Monday, 30 July 2007

A Pretty Scene...

This is part of the next round of playcapes, and then I'll nearly be out of that pink and white flower fabric. I'll be sad to see it go, it's so cheery - that's the problem with recycled fabric! Hmmmm with all the pink around here, you'd never guess that my favourite colour is actually so-clear-it-makes-your-heart-ache-sky-blue.....

It's hot hot again, so I'm using one of the tables we borrowed for the party as a cutting table. I love my basement "studio", but nothing beats working outside under the trumpet vine, with a gentle breeze and the fragrance of phlox in the air....

Bucolic scenes aside, the day ended with me devouring, in frustration, a tub of chocolate and peanut-butter soy icecream, smothered with left-over birthday party chocolate ganache....

Our house is fortunate to have a terrific cross-breeze, but the bedroom faces west and in the afternoon gets pretty hot. There's a metal awning on the window, which does a pretty good job shielding everything until about 5pm, and then the sun just pours in. No curtain, 'cause that would block the breeze.....I deeply dislike shades. So, in a move that I'm sure any home-owners' association would have a heart attack over, my plan was to hang some fabric from the bottom edge of the awning in order to block the sun, but preserve the breeze. Simple. But how to attach it? Magnets! (Suggests Mr. S.....)

Great idea! I sewed it up, a little pocket for each of 4 heavy-duty magnets, managed to navigate the 4 million pieces to our 60's sliding windows, and.....

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*and hence, the name

'Now, I'll try you again. Suppose you were going to carpet a room. Would you use a carpet having a representation of flowers upon it?'

There being a general conviction by this time that 'No, sir!' was always the right answer to this gentleman, the chorus of No was very strong. Only a few feeble stragglers said Yes; among them Sissy Jupe.

'Girl number twenty,' said the gentleman, smiling in the calm strength of knowledge.

Sissy blushed, and stood up.

'So you would carpet your room -- or your husband's room, if you were a grown woman, and had a husband -- with representations of flowers, would you,' said the gentleman. 'Why would you?'

'If you please, sir, I am very fond of flowers,' returned the girl.

'And is that why you would put tables and chairs upon them, and have people walking over them with heavy boots?'

'It wouldn't hurt them, sir. They wouldn't crush and wither if you please, sir. They would be the pictures of what was very pretty and pleasant, and I would fancy --'

'Ay, ay, ay! But you mustn't fancy,' cried the gentleman, quite elated by coming so happily to his point. 'That's it! You are never to fancy.'